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Through the cracks in the concrete rats creep in to spy
How roaches fight the revolution of the baby flies and I’m lonely
And I lie-low
Jagged silhouettes and endless silent silver streams
And there within a broken frame a faded effigy and I look out
At Damn River rising
I shudder at the nearin’ thunder
At the rain that hits the floor

The Black Angel’s Death tune is ringing in the air
Echoes from concrete valleys each and everywhere
In the city of lights
In the city of dreams
The city of cries
In the city of fears
The city of sin
The city of lies…of lies

I saw you in a movie the other day
The way you walked and talked made my heart go astray
Now I’ve got this strange kind of yearning that keeps a-coming back
I want to be in a whirlpool in hell with Mamie Van Doren scratching my back

I don’t know why-o-why I feel this way
All I know is I go crazy when I hear your name
My friends tell me I’m riding down a no-good track

Ghostly voices are calling from behind
A veil of mystery I can’t define
I’m trying to remember
I’m trying to recall
But there ain’t no trace of the slightest memory at all

There’s an empty room inside my head
Like rubber balls my thoughts keep bouncing back

There’s a riot on the party floor
If you’re too shy to join just drink some more
Everybody’s so happy noone seems to be sad
And the girls are so easy pretend to be mad

You make a joke but no one is laughing
Everybody stares but no one understands
You hide away in the bathroom clinging to a bottle of wine

At the house of blue lights down the alley way
She’s everybody’s darling she’s everybody’s dream
Swinging on a barstool wearing a dress of blue
Makes your cold blood boil, boy when she looks at you

What goes on behind that lonely face noone could ever tell
Just a sad little angel or evil Jezebel
Once quiet as the ocean then hear her siren calls

Sometimes at night when the full moon’s on the rise
You can see the ghost of Valerie she’s wearing her dress of white
The same dress she wore the night the devil called the name
Of sweet Valerie
Of sweet Valerie

Not too long ago she was her parents’ pride and joy
Sixteen years of age when she was caught by love’s hot fire